Stormie's POV
Mark has been asleep for what felt like years. So, being the person I am, I yelled "hammer up" as loud as I could. The term "hammer up" simply means that if Mark doesn't do what I want in the matter of 10 seconds, I beat him with a hammer for five consecutive minutes.
Before I knew it, out comes Mark running down the stairs almost tripping over my designer boots that I had purchased yesterday. Boy, am I glad those shoes are fine otherwise my Marky wouldn't have anywhere to sleep for the next day or two.
"You called, my dear?",Mark mumbled half asleep.
I nodded and said, "Take a bath honey, you smell like wet dog. The kids and I are going to the arcade."
"Ok."
He then slowly walked back up to his room. While I went to go get the kids for a fun day at the arcade. I went to all of their rooms and informed them that we were leaving. We got in the car and drove off.
Ten minutes later we finally arrived and Rocky was the first one to run in. Gosh, the boy is 20 years old and he still gets excited about this stuff.
Once we are all in, everyone goes there separate ways.
I love how we all stay together as a family.
Ok. I know what you're thinking, "YOU'RE SUCH A BAD WIFE ! IM GOING TO EXECUTE YOU."
Well, relax. I was just joking around about the whole "hammer up" thing. It's just something Mark and I came up with to inform one another that we're calling.
I swear on my own pair of designer boots.
